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He entered the large building the Legion called home, a large bag in his hands. He doesn't see any of the members at first...although he wouldn't be shocked if Joey was somewhere watching him this very moment.

He holds up the bag....and shakes it, causing some noises. "Hey kiddos! I brought some food~!"

Gentle Care || Accepting!

"Thanks, Barb..." he said, frowning. He still felt guilty, like it was his fault she ended up here in the first place. After all she was supposed to be hanging out with him and Nancy or whatever it was they had planned that night. Everything was too much of a blur to remember but he did remember that she simply disappeared. He had no idea she ended up in this awful place until he, Nancy, and Jonathan got here...

they all have a part to play.

it has learned this through nights of watching them. they move differently than the others, the sleek and brand new line that it was meant to be a part of. but it knows it is an outlier.

the rabbit is the aggressor, the sword. the chicken is the shield. the fox, the stealthy fighter. and the bear...well, there are two of them that it knows. they hunt, it thinks, like how real animals must.

it is the puppet that seems to lead them. the puppet is different, carries that same cold air that the older ones do.

garbled static ruins its voice, once happy and jovial and playful. then the children ripped it apart. too many times to count. it can't really remember what it sounded like back in the early days. it supposes it doesn't matter now. "he...llooooo..."

“You sure, I've been known to talk an ear off or two.”

Bonnie softly chuckles, not the usual sound that is full of mirth and schemes but just…a soft tired chuckle as he leans back in his seat. The rabbit’s ear twitches a little before he can finally find his words.

“Some of the staff today were…sayin’ some stuff in the bowlin’ alley. Think I just….didn’t want to be somewhere with my face plastered all over it. That make any sense?”

"Rise and shine, buddy."

There's a quiet fondness in Bell's voice as he knocks at the puppet's box. When he was first told he'd be working alongside one of the machines, as opposed to simply looking after them, he had been a little apprehensive. The band, Foxy--they're bots he feels he understands. The puppet... is not. It's less communicative, it's difficult to read, and its design makes him feel like his skin is crawling.

And yet. His partner in (stopping) crime has proven itself time and time again, and at this point he couldn't imagine having to do his shifts without it.

"Today's k-kind of a special day, actually..."

It's his birthday. The date is pinned up on a list in the back room, but he's pretty sure no one's realized. That's okay, though, because it's not as though he'll be seeing anyone on the nightshift who's human enough to wish him well.

"I was going to bring in cupcakes because that's something people do in offices, I think, but..." But the only "person" he'd be sharing with doesn't eat, and it would feel a little pathetic to bring in treats just for himself.

The first 5 Asks to send 💋 get a kiss (1/5)

she didn't like how close she was to them.

not... in the sense you'd expect, maybe, but still. wrangled up in another scheme of her's and yet she could barely do much other than try to hide the blush that threatened to pierce through her feathers.

a single thought bounces around in her head, one that could maybe distract them. buy her enough time to get out and flee with the gang. one that only makes that blush harder to fight off. is she really considering-- oh, yeah, she is. in fact, no longer considering, as she lightly headbutts the side of salem's head with her beak. a vocalized mmmmph-WAH as she makes her best attempt at a cheek kiss... and completely and utterly freezes up as reality catches up with her at what she just did, a nervous smile forming as she looks at the shady skunk.

" . . . sorry ? "

@entitytcken asked: 💋 returning the favour lol {my Salem}

Once the daze of being scooped up and given a dose of some very...mocking affection wore off the raccoon was left a bit huffy...and then began scheming, chuckling a little too himself.

A few hours pass before the raccoon managed to track the skunk down, snickering too himself before he 'struck'. Scampering up and climbing the villain, little legs wrapping around her waist to cling as he popped up into their view, hands coming to cup their cheeks.